The Boy Who Wasnt Ready To Grow

Amidst of all the sorrow, stood still a boy who wasnt ready to be the man he supposed to grow, In the decaying dime for bitter crumbs, Only the slickest minds could climb, The rising wall of the Notre Damme. He wasnt ready,no.not yet. The timekeeper keep blowing the whistle,he said the time is up, young stud would u please keep up! And so he ran like a scared prey on the hunt, Out where no one could find, in the Disneyland of the Outcast, away from the past, Tranquilized under the moonlight glow. He’s just the boy who wasn’t ready to grow.